Devyn grabbed the note and tucked it back into her pocket for future reference. If they managed to make it out of this situation alive, studying it a bit more would most likely be the best course of action, and so keeping it safe would be handy. The pirate had exited the room, and as she turned to face the door as well, a loud voice rang out from the outside of the building. It was the newcomer whose name she didn't know, and as his words sunk in, she resisted the urge to facepalm. They really couldn't catch a break.

"Coming!" Yanking one last knife from the table, Vyn dashed out the door to peer out at the approaching wave of enemies, which were certainly different from the last ones. For one, some of them were more similar in appearance, and the attack seemed more planned, as a designated formation was clearly visible. There didn't seem to be too many of them, but enough to give trouble, and definitely enough to overwhelm the small group, depending on the skills of their approaching foes. The pirate wasn't in sight, and so she glanced around to look for him, eyebrows furrowed. There! The man was perched upon the hill, stolen elemental weapon at the ready.

Vyn tilted her head to study the group, eyebrows furrowing even more as a familiar sound greeted her ears. It was one that grated on her nerves very easily. After all, it wasn't pleasant to hear, and just thinking of the calculations that were almost perfect, but not quite made her cringe. It made her want to march over and fix it, and out of habit, she started towards the source, eyes grazing over the form of the other man, before realizing what she was doing. What the hell is making that fucking sound? There shouldn't have been anything of the sort happening out here in the middle of nowhere. And so, something unnatural had to be causing it. I wonder what could be unnatural in the midst of all this chaos... I wonder. Rolling her eyes, she gazed at the wave with a newfound interest before snapping out of it once more and drawing a dagger from her belt.

Darting forward, Vyn flung it at one of the figures front row and charged into the gap created when they'd fallen. An iron rod flashed, and she retracted it, stabbing forwards once with the sharpened tip before backing up, leaving the rod-pierced man to fall to the ground, tripping one of his comrades. Vyn stared at her darkened rod with mild interest and then shrugged, drawing another dagger and throwing it fiercely into the crowd, watching as another one dropped.

Where are they coming from?